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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.