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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.