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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.