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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.