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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.