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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Japan,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.