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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.