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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
10cc,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.