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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Brick,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.