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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.