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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.