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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.