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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.