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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.