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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.