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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.