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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.