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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.