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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.