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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.