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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.