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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
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.