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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.