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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
X-101,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.