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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.