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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.