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 Peru and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.