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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.