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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Index,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.