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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.