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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.