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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Unwound,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.