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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.