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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.