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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.