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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.