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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.