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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.