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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.