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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.