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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Smog,
10cc,
Gong,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.