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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.