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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.