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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.