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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Zapp,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.