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 United States and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.