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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.