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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.