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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.