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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.