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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.