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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.