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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.