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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.