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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Sonics,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.