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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.