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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
DNA,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.