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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Slave,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
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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.
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.