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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.