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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.