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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.