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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.