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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Victims 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.