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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.