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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.