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 Finland 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.