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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.