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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.