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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.