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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.