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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.