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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.