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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.