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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Organ,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.