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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.