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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.