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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.