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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.