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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.