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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Crime,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.