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 United States and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.