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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.