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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.