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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.