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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.