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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.