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 Latvia 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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.