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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Television,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.