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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.