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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.