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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.