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 Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.