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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.