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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Visage,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.