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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.