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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.