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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.