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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.