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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.