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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.