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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Q65,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.