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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.