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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
PIL,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.