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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.