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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.