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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.