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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.