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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.