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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.