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 Sudan and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 John Lydon 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.