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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.