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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.