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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.