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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
The Standells,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.