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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.