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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.