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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.