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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Liliput,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.