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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.