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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.