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 Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.