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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.