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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.