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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.