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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
JFA,
Deakin,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.