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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.