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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.