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 India and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Move,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.