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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.