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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.