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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.