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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.