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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.