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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.