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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.