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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
X-101,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.