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 Israel 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.