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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.