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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Remains,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.