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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.