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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.