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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Television,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.