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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Flipper,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.