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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.