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 United States and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.