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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.