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 Spain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.