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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
The Names,
Ten City,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Technova,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.