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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.