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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.