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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.