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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Offenders,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.