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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.