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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Visage,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.