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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.