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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
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.