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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.