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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.