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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Mars,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Magma,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.