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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
DNA,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.