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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
cv313,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.