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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.