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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.