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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.