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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.