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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.