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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.