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 Malawi and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.