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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Slave,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.