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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.