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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.