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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Nico,
New Order,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.