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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.