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 Panama and from Milan.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.