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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.