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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.