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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.