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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.