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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.