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 France and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.