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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.