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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.