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 Romania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.