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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
the Association,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.