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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.