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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.