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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.