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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.