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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.