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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.