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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.