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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.