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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.