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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.