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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.