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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.