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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.