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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.