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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Pagans,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.