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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.