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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.