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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.