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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.