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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.