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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.