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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.