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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.