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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.