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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Q65,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.