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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.