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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.