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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.