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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Visage,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.