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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.