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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.