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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Index,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.