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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.