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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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