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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.