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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.