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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.