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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.