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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.