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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.