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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.