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 Poland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Television,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.