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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.