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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.