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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Main Source,
New Order,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.