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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.