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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Technova,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.