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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.