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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.