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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.