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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.