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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.