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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.