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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.