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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.