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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.