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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s 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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.