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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.