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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.