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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Visage,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.