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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Inner City,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.