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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.