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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.