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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.