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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Organ,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.