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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.