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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Blues Magoos 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
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Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.