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 Suriname and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.