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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.