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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.