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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.