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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.