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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.