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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Sparks,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.