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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.