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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.