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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.