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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.