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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.