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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Franke,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Television,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
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