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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.