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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.