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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.