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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.