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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.