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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.