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 United States and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.