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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
DNA,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.