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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.