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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.