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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.