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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.