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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.