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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Martian to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.