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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.