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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Television,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.