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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.