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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.