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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.