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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.