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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.