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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Wings,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.