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 Iran and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.