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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.