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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.