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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.