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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.