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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Whodini to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
the Association,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.