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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.