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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Monks,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.