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 Australia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.