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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Index,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.