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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.