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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.