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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.