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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.