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 Chad 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.