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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.