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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.