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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.