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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.