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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.