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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 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 PIL to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.