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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Aswad,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.