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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.