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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.