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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.