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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.