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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Magma,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.