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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.