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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.