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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.