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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.