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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.