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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.