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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.