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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.