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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Visage,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.