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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Magma,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.