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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.