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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.