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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.