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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.