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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.