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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.