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 Australia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.