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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.