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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.