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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.