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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.