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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.