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 Niger 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.