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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Visage to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Swans,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.