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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.