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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.