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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.