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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.