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 Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.