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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.