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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.