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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.