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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.