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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
UT,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.