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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Franke,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Visage,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.