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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.