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 Cape Verde 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.