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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.