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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.