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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.