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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Smog,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.