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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.