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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.