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 Iran 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.