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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.