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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Franke,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.