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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Can,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.