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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.