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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Technova,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.