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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.