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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.