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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Ice-T,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.