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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.