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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.