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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.