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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.