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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.