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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.