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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
DNA,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.