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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.