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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.