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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.