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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.