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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.