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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.