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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Index,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.