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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.