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 Malta 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.