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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.