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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.