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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.