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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 Public Enemy 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.