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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Slave,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.