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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.