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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.