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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bronski Beat 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.