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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.