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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
MDC,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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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.