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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.