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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.