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 France and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.