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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.