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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.