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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.