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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.