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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.