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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.