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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 808 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nas,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.