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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.