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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.