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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.