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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.