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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.