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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.