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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.