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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.