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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.