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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Scion,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.