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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.