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 Panama and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.