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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.