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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.