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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Neu!,
X-102,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.