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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.