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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.