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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
PIL,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.