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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Can,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.