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 Angola 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.