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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Franke,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.