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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.