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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.