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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
DNA,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.