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 China and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.