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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.