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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.