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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.