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 and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.