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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
AZ,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.