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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.