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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.