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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.