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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.