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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.