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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.