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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Victims,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Visage,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.