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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.