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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.