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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Supertramp,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.