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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.