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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.