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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.