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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Smog,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.