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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.