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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.