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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.