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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.