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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.