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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.