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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.