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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 the Association to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Television,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.