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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.