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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.