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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.