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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.