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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.