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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.