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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Index,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.