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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.