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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.