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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.