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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.