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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Ossler,
the Swans,
CMW,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.