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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.