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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.