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 Congo 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.