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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.