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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Sound,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.