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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.