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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.