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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.