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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.