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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.