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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.