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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
JFA,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.