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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.