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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.