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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.