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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.