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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.