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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.