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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.