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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.