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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.