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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.