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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.