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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.