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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.