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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Model 500,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.