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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
JFA,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.