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 Syria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.