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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.