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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.