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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.