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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Oneida,
Smog,
Neil Young,
X-102,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.