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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.