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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.