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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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 Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.