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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.