Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.