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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.