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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.