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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.