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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.