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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.