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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.