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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.