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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.