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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.