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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.